My car had been making a disturbing “whump, whump, whump” noise. So I brought it to the local repair shop early this morning.
…and drove away 20 minutes later, $15 poorer, with a smoothly humming car.
Fifteen dollars ?!? It has got to be a personal best. I am ecstatic.
I had been sure it was a broken rear axel, or grossly misaligned tires, or a faulty timing belt, and had for a moment contemplated ignoring the entire problem in hopes that it would go away (following the ‘maybe if I stay in bed all day my problems will solve themselves’ school of thought). But the car was dutifully taken to the shop. I was prepared for the worst.
But it was nothing more than a bolt lodged in one of the tires. The mechanic pulled it out, patched up the hole, and sent me on my way.
My daughter was crestfallen. She had been looking forward to a taxi ride from the garage to daycare. I had been preparing her for taxi rides to and from the places we needed to go, assuming that the car would be in surgery for hours… perhaps days.
As I drove into the bright blue of a crisp morning, I promised her a taxi ride very soon, just for fun.
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